Silver Tears

Silver tears
from the blackest skies.
Longing to ease the pain.
Sick of the tears that refuse to dry.

But such is such.
I cannot read your mind.
I must get around this.
There's got to be a softer heart to find.

You remain closed.
Your darkest secrets you hide.
You can't accept my comfort.
You refuse me at your side.

You lie through teeth clenched.
Saying you aren't hurt.
But I can see you bleeding,
down in the dirt.

I stay here anyway.
Although away you shove.
I won't let you head for another world.
Below or above.

And again you dry my tears.
As away from me you slip.
At last you open up to me:
But you are now dead in my grip.

Raventhedarkgoddess: P.O.V. is your pick.